#ric blade

[celaenaeiln]

I feel like Nightwing doesn't kill is a promise. That's why criminals fear him. He won't kill. He'll make you wish you were killed, tho. He'll make sure you live, but the pain is what scares them. But maybe that's my way to look at it. Cuz my pretty boy is unhinged and feral in the most adorable way, hehe 😅😅

YESSSS! More than a promise to Bruce, it is a promise to himself.

Nightwing is only the nicest, sweetest, charming guy to civilians and allies but when he's serious criminals are terrified of him.

The pure ice in his voice. He's itching-daring-the criminal to even try and shoot him. Just begging for it so he can give him the proper retribution.

Here he's throwing a criminal from a speeding subway. He knows the action won't kill them, but it will seriously hurt them.

More than that it's how he instills fear which has my greatest admiration. Dick is the symbol of hope and rebirth to the good and the heroes but he's a masked terror when it comes to villains. I love how he just doesn't go around scaring them the same way. Every single villain, he terrifies them in a different manner than he did the previous.

Here's my favorite of the series:

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to burn to death?"

-the ice in his voice while surrounded by flames of anger both literal and figurative.

"Residents on floors one through three died instantly when your bomb went off. But four and five the floors...fell through on them. And floor six...they burned."

*fanning myself because that was too hot*

He's special because he purposefully brings forth people's strengths and uses them to destroy themselves with it.

Bludhaven is the worst fictional place in all of DC. It's been alluded to in the DC Legends of Tomorrow and other comics but Bludhaven is almost practically inhabitable because of the way it is rife with crime. Riddled and filled.

To be able to clean up such a city that corrupt to its core, Dick had to be the brightest light to shine so the good will bask in him and seek reform like the citizens who were so desperately relieved at the reappearance of Nightwing during the Ric Grayson arc.

But he is also so unhinged and vicious and overwhelming enough to quell the worst of the worst and drag his city up from the mud. His mind is like a razor blade made of diamond in order to cut through the bullshit of his city and keep everyone in check.

That means he's unhinged and powerful and he revels in that insanity and strength to become someone worth looking up to.

He's so feral in the way his eyes shine just a little too bright and his perpetual smile always has a touch of wildness clinging to its edges.

He'll cackle with joy because for him he is living in the moment. Just pure, unadulterated joy that comes from being free and alive in a way we can't explain.

[kermit-coded]

an alien vampire in guadalajara (11776 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel (Comics), X-Force (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Julio Richter/Shatterstar, Blade | Eric Brooks & Julio Richter, Blade | Eric Brooks & Shatterstar Characters: Julio Richter, Shatterstar (Marvel), Blade | Eric Brooks Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Character Turned Into Vampire, Comic: X-Force Vol. 1 (1991), Autistic Shatterstar (Marvel), Julio Richter Has BPD | Borderline Personality Disorder, Blood Drinking, Canon Queer Relationship, Blood and Violence, Major Character Injury, Angst and Romance, Friends to Lovers, Attempted Murder, POV Alternating, mostly ric but there's a single scene from blade's pov, Vampire biting kink, Gay Mutant Road Trip, mentioned safron/blade, Team Up, Serial Killers, blade: do not let your boyfriend use you as a human juice box, Human/Vampire Relationship, Food Issues, minor animal death, star eats a pigeon, Horror, Internalized Homophobia, implications of mojo-typical exploitation, extremely unsubtle paralleling of vampirism and queer desire, Emetophobia, First Kiss, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, this is a fundamentally unhappy fic, Demiromantic Demisexual Shatterstar, Abandonment, Break Up, Unhappy Ending, spot the critical role reference Series: Part 1 of vamp au Summary: There's a serial killer in Guadalajara, and Rictor and Shatterstar meet them in the dark. They don't walk away unscathed.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 3 - Ordinary People

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: descriptions of blood, murder, injury, death, abusive Mikael, fem oc

Corresponding episode: TVD 3x8

Masterlist

Mystic Falls, September 2010

In the tunnels below the old Lockwood property, Elena, Alaric, and Damon explored. They walked toward a cavernous hole.

"This is as far I get to go," Damon said as he let Elena and Alaric pass. Elena shines her torchlight against the walls of the caves. They are covered in ancient-looking paintings and drawings. 

"What is all this?" She asks, confused.

"As far as I can tell, it's a story," Alaric responds and proceeds to explain the drawings. 

"Gets better, show her, Ric," Damon says from the entrance. 

"Names. And they're not native. They're written in runic, a Viking script." Alaric explains as he shines his light upon names carved high on one of the walls. Elena's brows rise in surprise. 

"This name here, when translated, reads Niklaus," Alaric revealed as he shone his light on one of the names. 

"Klaus..." Elena concludes.

"And Elijah...and Rebekah." Alaric pointed to the other names on the wall. 

~

1001 A.D.

Rebekah was carving her names on the wall of the caves with a knife, while Klaus held a torch.

"Rebekah, let me have at it," Klaus suggested to his little sister.

"Quiet, Niklaus." Rebekah shushed him as she continued carving her name. "I'm to have my concentration  if I'm not to slice off a finger." 

"Father will not like you handling the blade," Klaus pointed out. 

"If I want to wield a blade, I shall wield a blade," Rebekah responded confidently. "Father need not know." 

"He will find out. He always does." Klaus argued.

"That is because you always tell him." Rebekah turned to face her brother.

"I cannot help it. He frightens me." Klaus confessed quietly.

Rebekah's eyes softened in understanding. "He frightens us all. That is why we stick together as one. Always and forever." Klaus looked down, avoiding her eyes.

Rebekah smirked. "Right, traitor?"

"Right." He responded with a smirk of his own.

"Here. You finish. I'm to help Mother and Kassie with the meal." Rebekah stated as she turned toward him. 

"Yes, go tend to dinner and leave the blades to the men, little sister." Klaus mocked and put his hand out to take the knife. Rebekah handed him the knife with the blade facing first and in the process, she cut his palm.

"Agh, Bekah!" Klaus grunted in pain. Rebekah smiled.

"It is just a little blood. Be a man about it." She walked away with a smirk and left Niklaus to finish carving out their names.

~

"These are the names of the Original family?" Elena asked.

"Carved into a cave that's been here since way before the founding of Mystic Falls. Or even the entire New World for that matter." Alaric explained.

Elena argues that these have to be one of Klaus's fakes. Alaric agrees with her initially but then points to one other name on the wall and it reads - Mikael.

"Mikael? Mikael, as in the vampire hunter who knows how to kill Klaus?" Elena asked, shocked.

"Yep. I now like to call him Papa Original." Damon joked.

~

Later that day, Elena was at school and took the opportunity to talk to Rebekah. If they wanted to find out more about the Original family, she would have to go straight to the source.

"I was hoping we could talk," Elena says to the blonde. 

"About what? Stefan? Don't worry, I'm off him until he starts treating me better." Rebekah says, tilting her head.

Elena takes a photo of Rebekah's name out of her bag and shows it to her. "Actually, I'd rather talk about this." 

Rebekah's eyes grow wide. "I'm curious why you and Klaus have spent a thousand years running from your father," Elena added.

"I should get back to the girls. Homecoming's right around the corner." Rebekah says and turns away, trying to avoid talking about her father.

"Well, then maybe we'll ask Mikael when we wake him." Elena subtly threatened. 

"You're bluffing. You don't know where he is. No one does." Rebekah argued. 

"So who's rotting in that old cemetery in Charlotte?" Elena questioned.

Rebekah walked back to Elena. "If you wake Mikael we are all doomed." She warned the doppelganger.

"Why don't you want me to wake him?" Elena asked again.

"I need to get back to the girls," Rebekah repeated herself and walked away, memories of her human life and her father coming back to her mind.

~

1001 A.D. - Rebekah's POV

Rebekah noticed Klaus and Elijah were sparring again and called for her younger brother to watch them with her. "Come on Henrik! Our brothers are fighting again."

Elijah and Klaus sparred, their swords clashing against each other, the sound of metal ringing in the air. 

"Oh look, sister's arrived to watch my fast-approaching victory." Elijah boasted while he and Klaus circled one another.

"On the contrary Elijah..." Klaus responded and their swords clashed once again. "She's come to laugh at you." He finished his sentence as he beat Elijah. 

Their parents, Esther and Mikael, approached the scene. Kassandra was right behind their mother, carrying a basket full of clean laundry she just finished washing in a nearby creek.

"Relax, Mikael. Niklaus means well." Their mother said, trying to calm her husband down.

"That is precisely my problem." He responds and motions for Elijah to hand over his sword, who does so reluctantly. Rebekah's smile falls from her face and Kassandra frowns at her father's words and tone of voice.

"So...why don't you teach me that trick, young warrior?" Mikael asks Klaus and attacks him. Klaus manages to fend off the strike.

"Father, we were just having fun," Klaus replied, trying to explain himself.

"We fight for our survival...and you find time for fun!?" Mikael yelled at Klaus. "I wanna have fun! Teach me, come on!" 

"Father, it was nothing." But Mikael didn't want to hear a word of it. Instead, he attacked Klaus once again, this time more aggressively. 

He strikes the sword out of Klaus's hand and kicks him to the ground. "You are foolish and impulsive, my boy." Their mother could only watch as Mikael held the sword inches away from Klaus's throat.

"What, no more laughter?" Their father taunted.

"You've made your point, Mikael," Esther said, trying to defuse the situation. Mikael thrust the sword into the earth next to Klaus's head.

"Some days, it's a miracle you're still alive, boy," Mikael said and walked away, leaving a frightened Klaus on the ground.

"Bekah...Come. Help me with the laundry, will you?" The soft voice of her younger sister pulled her out of her thoughts.

Rebekah looked at her - Kassie was just as frightened, she had the same fear in her eyes all of them had when they were around their father. She just nodded and walked with her sister, both silent and too afraid to say anything.

~

In the meantime, Alaric was trying to figure out what the symbols on the wall meant. Elena came into his apartment and assured him she would get the information out of Rebekah.

Down in the Forbes prison cell, Damon visited a chained-up Stefan who's been bound to a chair by Lexi and Elena, days earlier. In the end, Damon decided to free his brother.

"Screw this Lexi plan. I think we both could use a drink." Damon said.

~

Elena's POV

Elena walked into the Salvatore household and was greeted by Rebekah.

"You invited me over. To talk." She reminded the Original.

"All right girls, have at it," Rebekah said and six girls appeared in different colored dresses. 

"Now, twirl, please." The girls did as they were told.  

"You compelled your own runway show?" Elena questioned as she moved closer.

"I need a homecoming dress. So, what do you think? Pick one." Rebekah responded like it was obvious why she compelled them.

"I'm not here to help you shop," Elena said, annoyed that Rebekah was avoiding the reason why she even came here in the first place. "I'm here to talk about why you don't want me to wake up Mikael."

Rebekah smiled and then proceeded to speed over to the first girl in line. She pulled at her hair, exposing her neck. "I said pick one, Elena." She said while her true vampire face appeared.

"The red one!" Elena quickly points to the red dress. 

Rebekah dismissed the girls and compelled them to forget everything. She picked up a glass of champagne and walked over to Elena.

"You do not threaten me." Rebekah hissed as she got closer to the brunette. "You will learn what I allow you to learn. Is that clear?" 

Elena nodded, too intimidated by the blonde to say anything. 

~

Back in Alaric's apartment, Bonnie came to visit. She brought him Elena's necklace which she tried destroying days earlier.

He picks up a photo. "I've been staring at this image all day, wondering why it looked so familiar." Then he brings the necklace to the same level as the photo. 

"It's the same design..." Bonnie connected the dots. 

"Your grandmother said the necklace belonged to the witch that put the hybrid curse on Klaus, right?" Bonnie nodded.

"This symbol is repeated all across the wall and I've been trying to figure out what it meant," Alaric said as he took a marker pen and wrote something on a sticky note.

"Now I know." He put the sticky paper on the photo and showed it to Bonnie - the word on the note read witch. 

~

In the Salvatore Boarding House, Elena and Rebekah enter Stefan's room. Rebekah starts snooping around, rummaging through his stuff.

"Are you gonna root through his stuff all night, or are you gonna start your story?" Elena asked as she leaned against the frame of the door.

"You really are no fun." The blonde responded as she walked across the room. "What do you want to know?" 

Elena questioned how they ended up in North America if it hadn't been discovered yet. "Not by anyone in your history books" Rebekah replied with a chuckle.

"My mother knew the witch Ayana, who heard from the spirits of a mystical land where everyone was healthy. Blessed by the gifts of speed and strength. That led my family here where we lived amongst those people." Rebekah explained.

"The werewolves?" Elena asked, her brows raised in surprise.

"To us, they were just our neighbors. My family lived in peace with them for over 20 years, during which time my family had more children. Including me." 

"You make it sound so normal" Elena commented.

"It was," Rebekah responded softly and proceeded to tell Elena the rest of the story.

~

1001 A.D. - Kassandra's POV

She was sewing and patching up the sleeve on one of Elijah's shirts he ripped a couple of days ago. She was sitting next to the window for better visibility. Rebekah was next to her, looking at all the pendants hanging from the window. She touched one and it burned her.

"Ayana. You burned me!" Rebekah said shocked.

"That is not yours to touch." The older woman responded matter-of-factly.

Kassandra just chuckled when all of a sudden someone could be heard yelling. "Is that Niklaus? Something is wrong!" Rebekah said worriedly. 

Kassie stood up and through the window, they could see Klaus carrying an unconscious Henrik. Bekah gasped. Both sisters ran out of the house, Kassie forgetting all about her task. 

"Mother!" Klaus yelled for their mother while putting their injured brother on the ground. Kassandra couldn't believe her eyes - her baby brother was deathly pale, blood covering his face and neck, his tunic ripped, and deep wounds marred his stomach.

Rebekah's mouth was open in shock. Kassandra felt like someone punched her in the stomach. They ran closer, quickly followed by Ayana. Their mother finally came into view. Kassie didn't even notice Elijah running to them, her eyes focused on their little brother.

"Henrik! No, no! What happened?" Their mother asked, her eyes wide in shock.

"The wolves...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Klaus said remorsefully, sitting on the ground, holding his knees, tears in his eyes.

Mother touched Henrik's pale face. Kassandra took notice of how his chest never moved, how it didn't rise and fall like it would if he was asleep. His chest was still. She could see where this was going but was too afraid to say anything. She held tightly onto Bekah's hand.

"We must save him! Please, there must be a way!" Their mother begged Ayana. The dark-skinned woman touched his cheek.

"The spirits will not give us a way, Esther" Ayana responded apologetically and Mother looked at her in shock, her green eyes full of disbelief. 

"Your boy is gone," Ayana said sadly. Kassandra could feel her eyes filling up with tears, her vision becoming blurry. She could feel her heart pounding loudly in her ears. The pain in her chest was almost unbearable. She could feel her throat tightening. 

Her mother looked horrified. Elijah put his hands around their mother while she cried and wailed in agony. Rebekah crouched down to Klaus's level and embraced him. No one embraced Kassandra. She held herself, putting her arms around her body to stop herself from shaking.

She didn't register when the tears started spilling down her face, chasing one another. 

"That was the beginning of the end of peace with our neighbors. And one of the last moments my family had together as humans." Rebekah finished her retelling. 

Elena stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. Then her phone buzzed. Rebekah blinked and shook her head. 

"You better get that. That will be Damon checking up on you." She said to the human, trying to compose herself.

Damon tells Elena he's at a bar and over the phone Elena could hear Stefan. Elena questions why Stefan's free and how could Damon let him out like that. Damon tells her that he knows what he's doing and hangs up.

Elena sighs in frustration.

~

Hours passed and Elena's patience was as thin as a sheet of paper. Rebekah was lying on Stefan's bed, reading one of his journals.

"Did you get your fill of snooping? Can we get on with the story?" Elena says, eager to learn more about the Originals and their history.

Rebekah put the journal down and got up from the bed. She walked over to the table Elena was sitting at. Her eyes fell upon a photo of Elena with Stefan.

"Honestly, I don't get you two as a couple." She said while shaking her head.

"Why would you? You don't know anything about who he really is." Elena argued. Rebekah smiles and puts the photo down.

She leans closer to Elena's face. "I know exactly who he is. He's a vampire. We're a predatory species. We don't have time to care about humans and their silly little lives." 

"Is that why you did that runway show earlier? Because you don't care about the homecoming dance?" Elena asked rhetorically. She got up and said she was leaving. Rebekah argued that Elena didn't even hear half the story. 

"And you're not going to tell it. You're just bored and looking for someone to push around. Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend." Elena bit back, annoyed with Rebekah's behavior. 

"The necklace wasn't Stefan's to give," Rebekah said. Elena stopped in her tracks. 

"It belonged to the Original Witch," Rebekah added.

Elena turned back around. "The one who put the hybrid curse on Klaus?" 

"Not just the hybrid curse. She's the one who turned us into vampires." Rebekah revealed. 

~

1001 A.D.

"Please Ayana, I implore you. You must call upon the spirits before the next full moon." Mikael said to the witch as they discussed their dire situation, while the candles burned and the fire cracked softly in the hearth.

"I will not. It is a crime against nature." Ayana argued.

"Ayana, we have already lost too much. We cannot lose anymore!" Esther begged. 

"The spirits can help us find a way to protect our children" Esther explained.

What they didn't know was that their daughters, Kassandra and Rebekah, were behind one of the walls, eavesdropping.

~

"So vampirism was a form of protection?" Elena asked as they both walked down the stairs to the living room.

"What else would it be?" Rebekah asked.

"A curse."

"My parents only saw a way of keeping their children alive."

"But why stay? If they were so afraid of the werewolves, why not leave?"

"Pride" Rebekah said, disdain coating her voice. "My father didn't want us to run anymore." 

"He wanted to fight and be superior to the wolves. Where they could bite, we had to bite harder. Where they had speed, we had to be faster. Agility. Strength. Senses." Rebekah explained.

~

"In her hands? How could she do anything?" Elena questioned as Rebekah recalled the memory of her parent's conversation.

"Because my mother was also a witch," Rebekah answered. 

"What?" Elena asked, confused.

"The witch of the Original family. The Original Witch." Rebekah spelled it out for Elena, leaving the doppelganger dumbfounded.

"But if your mother was a witch then-"

"Am I? No. A witch is nature's servant. A vampire is an abomination of nature. You can either be one or the other. Never both." Rebekah explained as she rummaged through the living room, looking for a drink.

"My mother did this for us. She did not turn." She added.

"How did you turn?" Elena asked, curious to know how the first vampires came to be.

"She called upon the sun for life and the ancient white oak tree, one of nature's eternal objects, for immortality...That night, my father offered us wine laced with blood. And then he drove his sword through our hearts." 

"He killed you?" Elena asked, shocked.

"And he wasn't delicate about it, either." 

~

1001 A.D. - Kassandra's POV

There was nothing. Just pure darkness. Silence. Darkness engulfed her entire being and every part of her mind. She suddenly became aware of this darkness. She wasn't sure what to think of it. She felt like she was in a dream, floating in a sea of infinite nothingness. "Is this death?" She wondered. 

After an unspecified amount of time, she could hear someone calling for her in the distance, she could feel her consciousness coming back to her. She could feel someone shaking her. It felt like someone was ripping her away from this weirdly comfortable cocoon of darkness that crept all around her.

"Kassandra! Wake up! Please wake up! I beg you little sister, wake up!" 

With a gasp, she opened her eyes and came back to the world of the living. Her eyes fell upon the face of her older brother, Elijah. Relief washed over his features, for just a second. She took a second to find her voice. 

She then noticed a massive blood stain on his shirt. "Elijah! You...are you alright?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"I should ask you the same question, little dove." He said and gestured to her chest. She looked down and gasped. 

Her white sleeping dress had a massive blood stain, that matched Elijah's. She peeked down her dress, expecting to see a wound, but there was nothing, her abdomen was fine. 

Her hand trembled as she touched the blood stain. Her heart was still beating, but how? Their maniac of a father killed them. First Elijah and then her. She barely registered when Elijah pulled her closer, embracing her and holding her tightly in his strong arms. 

"Shhh, Kassie, you will be fine, we will be just fine." He whispered in her ear in his usual soft, calming voice. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed loudly, not being able to contain herself. 

"How? How is this possible? Elijah...he killed us. Our father killed us!" She managed to say through her tears.

"Shhh...none of that matters now. You're safe with me, Kassie. I will always protect you." Elijah tried pacifying his hysterical sister, smoothing out her dark curls. 

The door opened and their father walked in, and with him came Axel, one of the villagers. Kassandra has been in love with him for years now, and only recently confessed. To her surprise, he liked her back and they shared their first kiss in the woods where he promised her he would marry her.

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Elijah asked, holding Kassandra close to him.

"We must finish what we started. You have to drink if you want to live." He said and pushed Axel to the ground where the siblings were sitting. He took out a knife and cut Axel's forearm. Blood poured all over his arm and on the ground below.

Elijah tried shielding her from the sight. Their father pushed Elijah away and then he grabbed the back of her head. "Drink!" He ordered and pushed her face down toward Axel's wound. 

She tried resisting but her father was stronger and continued shoving Axel's bloody forearm in her face. Quickly her mouth latched itself onto the wound. Mouthfuls of blood poured down her throat. Instead of the metallic taste she expected, her throat was laced with the sweetest taste she had ever consumed. 

Sweeter than honey, smoother than a gulp of cold water on a hot summer day, the feeling of euphoria and pleasure spread through her entire body, her mind telling her to drink more. Every nerve in her body was on fire and she wanted more.

After drinking for a couple of more seconds she stopped and took in a long breath, the sweet aftertaste still buzzing in her mouth. She sighed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut. 

She was too focused on licking her finger clean to notice Elijah's horrified expression and how her father forced Elijah to drink as well. 

~

"It was euphoric. The feeling of power was indescribable." Rebekah told Elena.

"But the witch Ayana was right about the consequences. The spirits turned on us and nature fought back." She added. 

"For every strength, there would be a weakness. The sun became our enemy. It kept us indoors for weeks. And though my mother found a solution...there were other problems."

"Neighbors who have opened their homes to us could now keep us out. The flowers at the base of the white oak burned and prevented compulsion. And the spell decreed that the tree that gave us life could also take it away...So we burned it to the ground." 

"But the darkest consequence was something my parents never anticipated. The hunger. Blood has made us reborn and it was blood that we craved above all else. We could not control it. And with that...the predatory species was born." She concluded.

~

Stefan and Damon were still at that bar, snacking on the waitresses. Stefan asked Damon why he broke him out of the jail cell. 

"Maybe I wanted to remind you what freedom was like before Klaus took it," Damon said to his brother. 

Stefan says that as long as Klaus lives, he will do as Klaus says. 

"That's my point, Stefan! You've given up. You can sit around and be his little bitch or you can get mad enough and do something about it." Damon responded.

"Damon he cant be killed," Stefan argued.

"Maybe I can help with that." An unknown male voice said. A tall, middle-aged-looking man with steel-blue eyes approached them. "The Salvatore boys, I presume." 

Stefan takes a good look at the man. "Mikael." 

After threatening to kill Damon, Mikael came to an agreement with them - Stefan would lure Klaus back into Mystic Falls.

~

Back at the Salvatore house, Elena and Rebekah talk some more. Rebekah explained how Klaus's first kill triggered his werewolf gene, which exposed Esther's affair and the fact that Klaus was not Mikael's son.

"But Mikael's greatest weakness as a human was his pride. As a vampire, it was magnified. He went on a rampage and killed half the village. Then he came home and killed her." Rebekah recalled somberly. 

"Mikael killed your mother!?" 

"He said she broke his heart, so he would break hers. He tore it from her chest as Nik watched."

After Rebekah explained the vow of Always and Forever she, Klaus, and Elijah made together, Elena questioned why she would stay with Klaus after he put her in a coffin for 90 years. 

Rebekah explained how a vampire's emotions are heightened. She's stubborn, Elijah's moral, and Nik has no tolerance for those who disappoint him. 

She thought of her sister and how Kassandra was the most loyal person she knew but chose to not mention her sister to the doppelganger. "Not yet," She thought as she turned back to face the said doppelganger who questioned why she still loved Klaus. 

"He's my brother, and I'm immortal. Should I spend an eternity alone instead?" Elena gave her a look.

Rebekah tells Elena to leave and that she wants no part in her games. Elena asked why they shouldn't wake Mikael. The doppelganger argues that Klaus has a hold over her life and Stefan's as well.

"Do what you need. Wake Mikael at your own peril. But make no mistake, if you come after my brother I will rip you apart. And I get my temper from my father. " Rebekah threatened.

"Now leave." The blonde moved away and Elena quickly got out of the house.

~

After visiting the caves once again this time with Bonnie and Alaric, Elena makes a shocking discovery. She returns to the Salvatore house with evidence.

She explained to Rebekah that it was Klaus who killed their mother, not Mikael. Rebekah refused to believe. She took the photos and threw them in the fire. Elena asks her why she's so upset.

"Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing to you." Rebekah asked with tears in her eyes. 

"Klaus killed your mother. He has a hold on you, on me, on everyone. He has for a thousand years. We have to make it stop-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! DON'T TALK ANYMORE! NOTHING!" Rebekah yelled at her while pinning her against a wall. Her eyes turned red and black veins appeared on her face as she held Elena by the throat.

Then she lets Elena go, breaks down into tears, falls to the ground, and cries. 

***

In this chapter we see how the Originals came to be and I obviously focused on Kassie's transformation.

Thank you for reading and I hope you like it. ❤❤❤

If you have any opinions feel free time comment.

[iknowshocker]

wip thursday for Hits Different <3 hoping to post in the next day or so!! and my 2nd fic should hopefully start next week for the 16th!!

Bonnie watches the sunset from her plane window, bouncing Josie absently on her knee. 

Her god daughter looks around happily, curious and confused as the plane zips through the air. She curls one tiny hand around the curve of Bonnie’s palm, absently siphoning to keep herself calm. In the seat next to her, Lucie dozes in Ric’s arm, lulled to sleep by the little enchanted lion clutched in her hands. 

Bonnie lets her gaze run over Ric, listening to him snore softly. His head is dropped back at an awkward angle, supported with a bit of magic to keep him from getting too sore. She can see the exhaustion in every line of his face, his brow pinched even as he dreams. He’s hardly stopped working since the twins left, hunting and searching through every journal for something they might be missing. 

Aside from the knife, which Enzo swears he can help them locate, they've dug up every story about Cade they can find. It's only made them more determined, learning how vindictively possessive he can be over his prized souls. 

“Hey,” she murmurs, nudging Ric awake. “We're landing.” 

“Hm? Yeah,” he nods, sitting up with a start. His eyes are clouded as he looks at her, but he blinks and clears his gaze. “You let me sleep?” 

“Just for an hour,” she says, softly. “You needed it.”

Ric's eyes narrow, surveying her wearily. “You're one to talk.” 

Bonnie swallows tightly, flicking her eyes back out the window. The sky grows steadily darker, Richmond stretching out beneath them like an old familiar blanket. Ric's right, and she knows it. 

It's been weeks since she had a decent night's sleep. 

Every time she closes her eyes and lets her mind drift, she’s plagued with visions of Kai. She sees each kill, each swipe of a blade or whispered spell, unable to do anything but watch as he tears through entire hoards of criminals to gather souls. There’s something undeniably unsettling about watching him work, the deadened look in his gaze chilling her from the inside out. 

When he calls to check in with her, usually early in the morning or late into the night, he’s deceptively kind, sweet in a way that makes her heart ache. He keeps his answers vague, limiting them to a small handful of words before coaxing her into her own long winded explanations. 

But as they sleep, when the connection between them opens up despite the distance, there's no hiding what he's done to keep Jo from getting involved.

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Masterpost thingy

Unless stated otherwise these are prompts. Not all are explained.

Welcome Celebration - Jason becomes a Lord/Knight of the Infinite Realms because of the All Blades.

Cass's Secret - Dragon au w/Cass & Dora

Haunted House - DannyxDamian go on a date. It ends poorly.

Best Memory, Worst Memory - Soulmate au w/ Barry and Danny

Soulmate Song - DanxDick

Meets me, Meets me not - Soulmate au w/ JazzxBruce

Fairy Tale Curse - 6 characters from DP and 6 characters from DC get cursed and have to complete 13 fairy tales.

Halfa Jason meets Jack Fenton

Whoopsie - Dick becomes a halfa.

Ghost Forms - My theory on how ghost forms work (at least for halfas)

Peter Pan AU - Danny becomes Peter Pan. JL become pirates.

Disappearing act - Justice League and Young Justice disappear. The Teen Titans (& Team Phantom) are left behind.

Electrical Trauma Fic - Nightwing triggers a trauma response in Danny.

Alternate Ric Incident - Dick becomes a halfa and meets Danny.

Date Week - Bruce and Selina go to Amity Park for a nice week off from the batkids. It doesn't go as planned.

Vlad Finds a Baby - Vlad finds a baby batkid.

Jason's Weird Day - Jason has a weird day. Dani's day is fine until she meets Jason and makes it weird.

Prompt - Danny guards some mythical beings in the watchtower

Shifter AU - Tim and Jason are cat shifters.

Immortal Enemies - Danny causes Vandal Savage's and Immortal Man's immortality.

Creepy sentence prompt

Part 1 Part 2 - Fic where sleep deprived Danny and Dani catch Klarion. Has the prompt attached.

Hogwarts Escape Room - The entire extended Justice League gets transported to a Hogwarts themed escape room and the Shazamily are the only ones that remember that fact. Edit: Might re-write this so I'm not using terf content. I haven't kept up with the Harry Potter bs and didn't realize it was that problematic until a few hours after it posted. The reason I'm leaving it as-is is because where this prompt takes place isn't too integral to the plot, but I haven't found a suitable replacement yet as it (preferably) still needs magic school ties. If anyone has suggestions, please let me know.

Batboys Boyband

Bounty Hunter DCxDP - Danny's a bounty hunter and he and his bounties run into DC heroes and villains.

Fear Toxin - Fear toxin gets an unexpected side effect.

Batfam Mythical Au Part 1 - Bruce is a dragon.

IDK What to call this one - Dani gets adopted. The Wayne's get curious. The Fenton's visit Gotham.

Bounty Hunter AU - Danny's a bounty hunter and the ghosts are his bounties.

Medieval Royal AU - Vlad is king of Wisconsin and Amity Park. This leads to Danny becoming a prince after some shenanigans.

Gods & Goddesses AU - What if the ghosts were gods instead.

Sleep Deprived Gala - Danny , Tim, and Jason go to a gala.

Adult - Captain Marvel needs an adult.

Flash meets a ghost - Flash runs into Cujo then Danny.

Proxy - Danny becomes Pariah's proxy and has to deal with anything that Pariah normally would if he was sane and awake.

Half Sibling - Prompt created by the prompt wheel. Tim is Jazz and Danny's half sibling.

Sleepy Time - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker force Danny to go to sleep. The Justice League freak out.

Dragons and Ghost - Batman's a dragon. Danny is a (half) ghost. The two are surprisingly similar.

How Monarchs are Chosen - Ghost King Danny. Dani's next in line. (I might add more in the future)

Supernatural Au - Dean!Danny and Sam!Jazz. I wouldn't say it's a crossover but I've been wrong before.

Angy Baby! - Dani finds Match and brings him to Amity Park.

Memory Loss Billy Batson - Captain Marvel forgets everything about Billy.

Stuck in the Ghost Zone - One of the DC heroes gets stuck in the Ghost Zone.

Constantine Bingo - Short fic I wrote based off the prompt. (prompt included)

Milk Blood - Based on the writing prompt of everyone being born with milk white blood and every time you break a law your blood gets darker.

Balance Au and (my and @wildcardjoey's) Additions - Danny is Lord(or embodiment, the additions focus on 'lord' tho) of Balance.

Memory Loss Danny - Danny loses his memory and joins YJ.

Uncanny Valley - Danny moves to Gotham. He looks like the Batboys. All of them.

Unholy amount of Holidays - Headcanon about how the batfam celebrates every holiday in December.

Luthor Adopts Conner - Luthor fights Superman for custody of Conner.

[wonda-fhr]

A short Chargestep story. From tongs, zuccinis and other shenanigans. All he wanted to do was cook. No warnings needed. Except about too much fun.

Read here or on AO3

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Slowly, you have made good friends with your wheelchair. As the pain has eased and you can sit more comfortably, you have become more mobile with your vehicle. Even though you can't walk yet, the urge to be more active is growing every day.

Sitting at the table chopping vegetables while Ric rumbles in the kitchen does nothing to offset your activated exuberance. Your mood is good, you had a restful night in strong arms, and there is significantly less painkiller flowing through your veins than there has been since the accident. A melody comes to your lips, to which you automatically adapt your cutting rhythm. At least you keep your mind and hands busy.

The handling of pots and pans in the kitchen ends abruptly. But you only realize that Ortega is watching you when he crouches down next to you, resting his head and hands on the armrest of the wheelchair. You stop your humming and give way to a free smile that your listener returns immediately. You press a playful kiss to his forehead and look at him with sparkling eyes.

"If you sit here, we won't get anything to eat today."

"If you're here, chopping vegetables and humming happily, how can you expect me to stand in the kitchen?"

"Go away. Shoo! Shoo! Into the kitchen with you. If you're so easily distracted, I'll have to cook for myself soon."

"Oh, once I really start cooking, nothing will distract me. Not a chance." Infamous last words, you think as Ortega slips back into the kitchen, unable to see your diabolical grin. You continue humming your tune, slicing the last of the peppers and rolling with them into the kitchen.

You could just put the board down and roll back out. Or, of course, you could put the board on the other side of the hobby cook and roll so close to him that your shoulder brushes his butt. You get a quick "hey" and a sideways glance before Ortega turns his full attention back to his pans.

Your eyes scan the kitchen for useful items that might aid your mission. While you put the peppers away and the small knife in the dishwasher, three items end up next to you in the wheelchair, without your victim suspecting the slightest thing.

Completely unsuspecting, you place yourself with your back to the kitchen counter next to the busy master chef and decide to use the grill tong first. Ortega is wearing only a loose old shirt under his untied apron, both falling loosely from his belly and allowing you free access. You wait with your plan until he lifts the pan of onions to toss the contents expertly. Carefully, you slide the tong under his shirt, fishing for the small bumps on his chest.

A brief twitch tells you that your attack has been noticed, but his concentration remains on the pan. When the pan suddenly finds its way back to the stove with a loud bang, you know that you've hit the right spot this time, and you have to let out a giggle.

"Sneaky troublemaker, do you really want to put your food at risk with these shenanigans?" The amused evil look he gives you from above doesn't discourage you in any way. Now he's warned, which only increases the challenge and your ambition.

"I'm not risking anything, you're far too professional to get distracted, aren't you?"

This time you don't wait long, you pull out the wooden spoon and slide it sideways across his ribs and lower back. You see the muscles twitch, but Ortega keeps stirring in the pan, ignoring you stoically.

You let the spoon explore his back some more while you take a close look at the position of his pants. Without interrupting the gentle strokes on his back, you turn the wooden spoon in your hand so that the handle is free. Once again, the spoon wanders around the sensitive area around the ports between his shoulder blades before you sink the handle deep into his pants between his cheeks.

"¡Dios mío! Now you're overdoing it."

This time he turns to you, hands on his hips, glaring down at you. Now you're facing him head-on, just as you planned. Without justifying yourself, your hand darts forward, presses the zucchini against his crotch, and begins to rub with light pressure. The moment he blinks for far too long is your confirmation that you have him completely off-balance. You know his defeat is certain when you hear his almost suppressed but far too sharp breathing.

He supports himself with one hand on the stove and pulls his hips back to escape your vegetable attack. Just as he meets your gaze and opens his mouth to say something, you take your helpful toy and slowly slide your tongue around the tip of the zucchini. Ric doesn't close his mouth again, no word escapes his lips as he stares at you as if mesmerized.

A slight narrowing of his eyes warns you early enough that it's time to make your escape. Laughing, you give up on the spoiled vegetable and quickly roll past Ric and out of the kitchen. He has already guessed that you want to run away and is on your heels faster than you can escape from him.

You only make it a few feet out of the kitchen and into the living room when a strong tug on the wheelchair causes you to lurch forward for a moment before you are tipped way too far back. With both hands, Ric tilts the wheelchair far enough that you are almost horizontal underneath him.

"I've got you under my control now, troublemaker." He leans over you and kisses you deeply. You enjoy him on top of you. How the beard on his chin tickles your nose and his tongue explores you in a whole new way in this unfamiliar position. You let him take control of this kiss all by himself. But he cannot control your hands. You slide them under his shirt until you can squeeze his nipples between your fingers on either side.

His sudden heavy breathing interrupts the kiss briefly, giving you a moment to deliver a whispered message. "Are you sure you're in control here?"

"What the hell is wrong with you today? I'm about to drop you. What have you done to my lovely, reserved David?" Now he's looking you straight in the eye, still bent over you, but smiling curiously.

"You broke him yourself by making it clear to him that you don't mind orange paint. Now I don't have to restrain myself to make sure you keep your hands off me."

"Ten cuidado, querido. I'm getting addicted to your happy you."

"That's my master plan." You grin mischievously, it's time for you to take back the control. He wouldn't drop you, not even when you pull his head down with both hands. First you kiss his forehead, then his eyes, his cheeks, and finally you get his lower lip between your teeth. You tease his lips a little more with your tongue before pushing him away a little to meet his eyes lovingly. "I guess you burned the onions, love."

He manages to get the wheelchair and you upright before jumping cursingly into the kitchen, leaving you laughing in the living room.

[traegics]

#TRAEGICS  .  dependent multi  -  muse  blog for darkskiesrpg penned  by  Sushi (  twenty eight  ,  eastern  tmz  ,  she/her   )  .  this  blog  may  contain  mature  content  so  proceed  with  caution  ,  trigger  content  will  be  tagged as such .

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[cogcltrcorn]

I was tagged by @flippy-floppy , and I have maybe taken this a bit too seriously.

hmmm. this is actually very hard bc I am very bad at remembering things. also I very frequently obsess over books that are like, objectively Bad (like have I spent a solid 2 months thinking about it by stephen king and only about it by stephen king? yes. is it good? no. did I like it? no. did I still analyze it thoroughly? yes. next question). so. yeah. anyway

I will for sure wake up tomorrow like "OH MY GOD HOW COULD I FORGET [BLANK]" but I am at peace with that fact

in no particular order:

Fathers and sons, Ivan Turgenev - well. it's a book about russian nihilism, it's a book about the political schism between the generations in 19th century russia, and it's a book about idolizing reason and then being forced to contend with the fact that you are still a human being that is both capable of love and craves it deeply. also it is lowkey about being a college student homoerotically enraptured with your very smart and charismatic friend who is an absolute dick. and what happens if you bring this guy to stay with you and your family during the break.

chronicles of amber by roger zelazny - I am gonna be honest with you I do not remember half of that series. including this might be cheating bc it's like. 10 books. whatever. rules are made up. it's good. it's very fucking good. just writing about it right now makes me want to reread it. anyway it's fantasy and there's reality shifting and there is complex lore and yeah no I think this book has radically altered my brain chemistry when I read it.

twenty thousand leagues under the seas by jules verne - look. 9 yo cog fucking Loved boring descriptions of marine wildlife. I was fucking Entranced by this book. this book started my years long obsession with jules verne novels. I may or may not be autistic. like really I can put like. 5 jules verne books on this list. are they incredibly dated and filled to the brim with trademarked 19th century classist and racist bullshit? yes. are they boring as fuck if you do not care about like, the mechanics of building a kiln on a deserted island? yes. but I did. I did care about building a kiln. I wanted to know how traveling to the center of the earth would go. and I wanted to know if the gentleman could get around the world in 80 days. whatever. the important things is that I loved those books and I still love them and they are, at their core, about how fucking cool humans are and how we are capable of great achievements if we apply ourselves and how incredible the world around us is.

do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k dick - once again there could be like. 4 books on this list. I fucking love his stuff actually. the man has spent his entire life doing coke, getting scared as a result, and then writing kick ass novels about what scared him. he got really into gnosticism by the end of his life. he thought that god talked to him through a spot of light. I fucking love his books. anyway. this specific one is about the way human spirit sirvives in a future that is rendered nearly uninhabitable by capitalistic greed. the world of do androids dream of electric sheep is artificial, obsessed with its own artificiality, and obsessed with proving itself to be Not artificial, ironically, inventing increasingly artificial ways to prove it. plot twist! the only real thing in the world built for profit is the human connections you build! anyway. I have beef with blade runner the movie bc it is NOT A GOOD ADAPTATION OF THE BOOK and has NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. I AM SICK AND TIRED.

actually I lied. here is another philip k dick novel

a scanner darkly - well. how do I explain. ok so basically this is a deeply biographical novel about the loss of identity and connection to reality as a result of drug usage. I fucking love it. reading it makes me go fucking insane. I highly recommend this to all of you, my darling succession mutuals

interview with the vampire, anne rice - made me insane. a theological and philosophical discussion with the guy with the weirdest moral code you have ever seen, with the added bonus of him complaining about his stupid greedy whore of an ex-husband

obligatory mention of 1984 by george orwell - well sorry. he did spit some facts here. also i need to re-read this bc I last read it like 6 years ago and I miss it. I feel kinda unoriginal by saying I love it but like. it Is good. I want to kill the protagonist with hammers, but it IS good... I think of her (1984 by george orwell) often....

red dragon, thomas harris - ok well you see I don't actually have to explain anything to you, do I? I just love it. don't know why. will graham is like a bug to me.

the count of monte cristo, alexander dumas - YET AGAIN!! GOD IS THIS BOOK ENCHANTING IF YOU ARE A CHILD NERD. it has everything: prison escape, complex revenge plot, brooding hero, a long ass side story that seems to have no connection to the main plot but eventually connects back to it, 19th century orientalism. man.

seeing the things other people have posted for this thingy made me realize I need to diversify my reading habits. mayhaps a man should not exclusively read postmodernist sci-fi and 19th century adventure novels. oh well.

anyway. if you wanna do it you can and you should. also go read philip k dick he is underrated as fuck

[napo-leo-art]

Routine

Word Count: 1647 Fandom: Fallen Hero Rating: Teen Pairing: One-sided Sidestep/Charge

Pre-Heartbreak, Sidestep lets Ortega sleep over. He has a very specific sleep routine.

(Brief mention of Sidestep being trans. No beta, no editing, we post this and then run.)

"Welcome to Chaise a la Song." Levi mutters stiffly, turning to Ric and gesturing blandly at his studio apartment. Ricardo is still busy taking his shoes off and setting them at the rack by the door. Levi feels rather fortunate because he's one *hundred* percent sure that it's 'maison', not 'chaise'. Chaise is a couch.

Levi doesn't even have a couch. He does have a thin mattress on the floor, which operates as his catch-all comfort item.

Ric whistles as he looks around, because he's a massive asshole who wants to piss Levi off. Levi is already lifting his hands to shove his older companion back out the door, late hour be damned. He only let Ric stay over as a courtesy- work landed them way closer to Levi's side of town, and Ric had treated him to a quick dinner, so it felt like he should make it easier on him. Manners were pretty inconvenient when they were one-sided.

"I know it's tiny." Levi's hands hover over around Ricardo's chest, poised to push. "I'm not here much."

"It suits you."

"Sorry for the mess."

"I repeat,"

Levi groans and plants his fingertips against Ricardo's ribs, prodding him back towards the door. Ten little tiny, stabby points of   contact. "What, a tiny mess? Keep em coming. It's not too late to call you a big cab, Sparkles."

"What, you're the one who said it!" He complains, taking Levi's hands by their narrow wrists and pulling them back from any ticklish bits. "It's perfect. Looks really... cozy."

A car alarm goes off outside. They're really close to the street. And the highway.

"So cozy." Levi wildly flaps his arms until Ric lets go, still shaking them off like his hands burned upon contact. At Ric's raised eyebrow- did I shock you?- Levi shakes his head and slinks over to the other side of the room to hit the switches. The single bulb on his ceiling fan blinks to life, and the fan blades begin their wobbly little circular dance. Levi gestures at Ric's body, calling attention back to the scrapes and cuts that've made their mark on his suit. "You can use the bathroom first. The hot water takes a while to kick on, start it early."

He doesn't particularly like the idea of taking a shower himself right now- undressing in Ric's basic vicinity will be bad enough. But he still feels really gross, and so he barely registers Ric's response. It's the fact that he actually did head into the bathroom that matters, and the second the lock clicks, Levi peels off the top of his suit and wrestles to get his binder off.

There isn't much chest to bind down- he's always been very slim, and topped out at a perfectly respectable height for a woman, but short for a man. Weird to think about how quickly perception shifted when he started taking hormones: despite his size, he's always been very androgynous in both face and form.

He still yanks a compression shirt on before he goes for a looser sweater and pants. It just feels so much more secure that way, comfort be damned.

"'Lavender Mist'?" Ortega's voice calls behind Levi, and he nearly jumps out of his skin as he spins back around and presses his back up against the wall. "Lavender Mist? My god Song, it's like you've got a little spa in there."

Levi's eyes traverse the entire wet, bare form of Ric's torso before they register the bottle of body wash he's wiggling back and forth. Levi reaches out to snatch it out of Ric's grip, holding it almost possessively against his own chest. "What is this, a strip show? Go put some clothes on before your towel drops." His voice doesn't crack. No sir.

"Oh yeah? What clothes? Unless you want hero suit dirt all over your bed, I'm gonna need to borrow something." He wiggles his eyebrows at Levi, because to reiterate again, he's a dick. "Going commando to bed isn't really an option."

Despite their difference in size, it's not too unusual an ask- Levi buys most clothes at least a size bigger, every pair of pants he's ever owned held on with a tight belt and a prayer. He digs through his drawer and launches a balled-up pair of sweats that Ortega easily catches one-handed and yanks on under the towel. Levi's wondered for a while whether all of this is deliberate, whether Ric knows the affect he has on him; it's not like he's a stranger to attraction but god, does Levi hope that he's more subtle than the girls he usually finds basking in Ortega's presence. A balled-up shirt follows next, long-sleeved and thick in the way all of Levi's tops are. Just a minute in it has Ortega pulling at the collar, trying to get some air flow under it. The towel has made its way into the hamper already, courtesy of not one but two failed long-shots.

"So, a question."

"Yes, there's AC." Levi's already cranking it up.

"No- I mean yeah, great, do that. Something else though." Ric prods, and Levi only grunts. "What is all this?"

That's enough to get Levi's head whipping around because that kind of question is almost never a good sign... but Ortega's just busy playing with the miniature projector Levi's got in the middle of the room. The question's more encompassing than that though, Levi can tell: there's the thick wedge pillow, the weighted blanket, the surround sound speakers. There's an abandoned reusable compress on the pillow, too hot to really be useful. A bottle of melatonin gummies. A verifiable money-sink for someone who has pretty little to spare.

"You're gonna brick that too." Levi says, because it's a valid concern. Ortega lets it be. "It's just hard to sleep. Sounds of the city." And nightmares. "Could use all the help I can get."

Which isn't to say that it has actually helped much. He can get at least a few hours if he runs himself into the ground, but he tries to just borrow bodies when he can. When it's safe enough. When he doesn't think he'll be caught.

"Your real sleeping problem is probably that it takes an hour to set all this up." Ric jokes, turning his head to grin at Levi.

"I like it. It's meditative." It doesn't sound as over-defensive as he feels, pulling his sleeves over his balled-up hands. "...Do you want to try it?"

"How are you gonna sleep if I do?"

Easy: he doesn't plan to.

"I'll manage. Lay down." He shuffles over to Ortega, the hem of his sweatpants trailing on the floor behind him. He moves a little differently in his Sidestep suit- always has, but he's more conscious of it now that Ric's watching. To his great relief, the guy actually follows his instructions. He flops down onto the bare sheets of the mattress, lifting his torso up when Levi uses his leg to nudge the wedge pillow under his head and shoulders. Levi hefts the weighted blanket up next, not giving Ortega too much time to prepare himself before dumps the thing flat on his body.

"Oww," Ric complains, shuffling the blanket up until it sits higher up near his shoulders. "Sudden yet inevitable betrayal, I bet. You're trying to crush me to death."

"Twenty pounds. Heaviest I could afford." There's a hint of pride in his voice before he yanks the comforter over Ortega too. "Scratching sounds or tapping sounds?"

"What?"

"ASMR." At Ortega's blank look, he coughs and sets the noise machine to rain sounds instead. "Don't make me explain. It's just nice to hear."

He taps the projector instead, pressing the button with one of his toes until he gets to a blue setting: not ranger blue, something a lot lighter and calmer, little faux blue clouds blooming on the ceiling as the projector faintly whirrs.

"Ta-da," Levi says after a moment, because that was the last thing besides the melatonin or ice pack, and Ortega still hasn't said anything.

"You know," He says a moment later, still obediently laying buried up to the chin in blankets. "I was skeptical before."

Levi looks down at Ricardo then, eyebrows raised, arms folded around himself tightly. He can barely see Ric in this lighting, just barely the outlines of his features. He's looking up to that ceiling with heavy-lidded, tired eyes; it's an expression Levi's never seen on his face before and he files that image away in the back of his mind like an archivist with a rare work of art.

"...But now I'm really sure this is bullshIT-" His voice raises the second Levi lifts his leg to kick his side. It gives off a cushioned little 'thump'. "Well now I'm really not relaxed."

"You probably couldn't even feel that."

Ortega extracts a hand from the mass of blankets and pats the top of them. "Pretty sure I can't persuade you to get under em, but I'm still hoping you can lay down."

"Why? The carpet is so comfy." He deadpans, running his foot along the steel wool he calls flooring. Ortega pats more insistently. Levi knows he's going to fold, but he prods Ortega with his foot again. "Move over. Hands under the blanket. You've got a face like a cuddler."

He thumps down as soon as Ortega makes space, lying board-stiff on his back as he decides whether turning his back or his face to Ortega is worse.

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"Corpse pose has the arms by the sides."

Ric sits up. Or tries- the blankets are kinda trapping him. "You do do yoga! Maybe we should've had a session before bed."

"Maybe next time." Levi pulls a pillow over his own face, arms wrapped around it tightly. He knows there probably won't be one.

[followmetoyourdoom]

As I'm out of the country, my partner in the UK bravely took on DMing for the group (plus a special guest) who we have our regular campaign sessions with, but as a chaos oneshot where nothing is planned except the bare minimum of the characters we rock up with. And my god what characters we had designed to unleash upon my poor boyfriend. And so I present:

Chaos Oneshot, a summary

We started with a simple d20 roll to determine who went first to describe their character and what they wanted to do in this blank canvas of a world. I won that d20 roll.

So I begin describing this oozing plasmoid of a creature that is a small naked ball but with very detailed human hands and a tiny gothic backpack with wings that just makes a beeline for the next character in the room and begins to ooze up their leg and body all while making a schlop schlop noise and very cutely repeating their own name "Bmlbodoo!"

Among the other characters we had:

Generic NPC Greeting, the kenku I had decided to latch onto and climb, played by the amazing @ktcalamity

Angus, the minotaur with big abs and a big coat, along with his cloak that billowed dramatically as he Aragon'd his way into the building, played by the wonderful @maybeawriter6

Ric, the half elf bard who was just here to play music for the place and kept getting distracted by the various going ons, played by the incredible @cayliana (our special guest for this oneshot)

Wyld Myrtle, an average sized giant tortle grandmother who entered the assassin's guild looking for work and/or gambling and immediately got the hots for good old Angus up there, played by the outstanding @ninjagozanefan14

And last but certainly not least, Emery, the aesthetically peacock looking tiefling bastard with fancy wooden legs, played by the marvellous @margoteve

After our introductions, Bmlbodoo switched targets to Angus, Generic NPC Greeting tried to put Bmlbodoo in a flask, Angus started shaking his leg to get the ooze off him, Ric started playing on stage, Wyld Myrtle lost 23 gold pieces gambling at Rexas Hold'em but with giant novelty cards, and Emery ordered wine while he played with the fire, getting it to dance to Ric's music and thus freaking him out a little.

Sure enough the rest of the room started to notice all this chaos, especially when Blmbodoo started to elongate and wrap up and around Angus, who in turn shot a geyser of 30 gallons of water from a magical item at himself to dislodge Blmbodoo. Blmbodoo then turned into a tinier and naked version of Generic NPC Greeting, Ric tried to calm everyone down with battle music, Wyld Myrtle tried to make her way to Angus to make a move on him, and Emery distracted encouraged Ric on stage, put a bet on 'the blob' to win, and then got more wine.

The owner and leader of the assassin's guild started yelling and holding up a sword and, after walking into a clock of billowing, Angus, with his cloak of billowing tried to calm matters down. Then Generic NPC Greeting threw a bag of magic beans on the floor and they burst into flames.

Then the focus was on escaping. Ric jumped off stage and high tailed it out of there, Wyld Myrtle first tried to put the fire out with a hip flask, then got out of there, Angus, though he did debate using the geyser again, just grabbed Emery and ran for it, and Blmbodoo tapped zer little backpack with its little tiny wings that became actual wings and just flew over the flames and out the now open door. With the exception of Ric and Blmbodoo, everyone got stabbed by the assassin's blades as they tried to leave. Generic NPC Greeting, satisfied with their chaos, took out their magic broom, half lost control of it, got dragged into some tables and chairs, and then landed next to the rest of the assassin's who were heading to the basement.

With the majority of the... Party? outside the burning building, Bmlbodoo sat down to fish at the nearby lake that sprang into existence, Wyld Myrtle walked across the lake with her ring of water walking, Angus stopped dropped and rolled having still been on fire, Ric just wanted to go home, and Emery proposed they all band together to start an adventuring party. We don't know what happened to Generic NPC Greeting, but, presumably, they kept setting more things on fire.

[zorilleerrant]

Guidelines for requesting a fic from me (this doesn't include nearly all the fandoms I'm comfortable working in and I'll update it as people ask me about other fandoms):

Batman and Batfam

I'll write for anyone (and I do) but of the characters people are less likely to ask me about, my favorites:

Terry McGinnis

Bao Pham

Cass Cain

Claire Clover

Luke Fox

My favorite minor characters:

Maps Mizoguchi

Diego Perez and the Bat Pack

Victoria October

Deb Donovan

Grace O'Halloran

Blade Sommer

Flamingo

Mara Al Ghul

Van Wayne

Lance Bruner

Helena Kyle (Huntress)

Kyle Selinas_450

Li'l Kitten

Evan Blake (Wolfspider)

White Mercy

My favorite ships to write/chat about:

Cass Cain/Xanthe Zhou

Dick Grayson/Garth(/Donna Troy)

Dick Grayson/Jimmy Olsen

Dick Grayson/David Sikela

Ric Grayson/Bea Bennett

Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd

Bruce Wayne/Lex Luthor

Bruce Wayne/Khoa Khan

Bruce Wayne/Black Adam

Babs Gordon/Helena Kyle

Mary Hamilton/Poison Ivy

Diego Perez/Merissa Cooper/Lucas LaPorte

Blade Sommer/Max Gibson

Cass Cain/Steph Brown

Tim Drake/Ulysses Hadrian Armstrong

Steph Brown/Kyle Mizoguchi

My favorite gen relationships:

Bruce Wayne & any of his kids

Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne

Van Wayne & Kate Kane

Beth Kane & Kate Kane (& Mary Hamilton)

Dick Grayson & Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne

Dick Grayson & (Will) Grayson

Dick Grayson & Lance Bruner

Dick Grayson & Zitka

Cass Cain & Steph Brown & Tim Drake

Damian Wayne & Jon-el Kent

Damian Wayne & Mara Al Ghul

Terry McGinnis & Max Gibson

Jason Todd & Terry McGinnis

Cass Cain & Lady Shiva (only wooby sorry)

Maps Mizoguchi & Kyle Mizoguchi

Cass Cain & Mr. Dhaliwal

Diego Perez & Merissa Cooper & Lucas LaPorte

Harley Quinn & Eddie Nygma

Harley Quinn & Amanda Waller

Bruce Wayne & Oliver Queen

Jason Todd & Tyler

Tim Drake & Detective Williams

Cass Cain & Xanthe Zhou

Poison Ivy & White Mercy (& whoever Ivy is dating)

Dick Grayson & Vic Stone & Gar Logan & Raven Roth & Starfire

Dick Grayson & Waylon Jones

any and all pets or animal sidekicks

Other Mainline DC

Favorite characters:

Marcus Shugel-Shen

Xanthe Zhou

Booster Gold

Gary Green

Malik White

Peacemaker

Artemis Crock

Amanda Waller

Favorite ships:

Laura Shugel-Shen/Winston Shugel-Shen

M. Mallah/The Brain

Booster Gold/Ted Kord

Skeets/Buggles

Gary Green/Casey MCU

Captain Cold/Heatwave

Vic Stone/Gar Logan

Zari Tazari

Felicity Smoak/Chloe Sullivan

Favorite gen relationships:

Marcus Shugel-Shen & his parents

Marcus Shugel-Shen & the Ultra-Humanite

Marcus Shugel-Shen & Billy Batson

The Legends Crew

Xanthe Zhou & John Constantine

Black Adam & Malik White

Uncle Leek & Lay-lay

Peacemaker & Adebayo

Peacemaker & Red Bee

Artemis Crock & her parents

Vixen & Bumblebee (& Beast Boy)

Clarion & Teekl

Non-Mainline DC

Favorite characters:

John Constantine

Virgil Hawkins

Tim Hunter

Lainie Belloc

Death of the Endless

Favorite ships:

Virgil Hawkins/Richie Foley

Lainie Belloc/Mona Doyle

Lucifer/Maze

Favorite gen relationships

John Constantine & his family

John Constantine & Chas Chandler

John Constantine & Tim Hunter

Lucifer & Lainie Belloc

Lainie Belloc & Cal

Death & any character who canonically died

Other Fandoms I'm Thinking About Right Now

Murderbot Diaries

Only Murders in the Building

Avenue 5

Cookie Run: Kingdom

my original stuff but I don't know if you can follow that

I'm open to pretty much anything, but I'll let you know if you hit on a NoTP or a squick or something, or if I don't know the fandom. This list will change as I think of different things or my interests change, but you're still welcome to ask me about any of it. Or anything else I've written about. Or haven't written about.

Lately I've been writing 1-2k in response to ideas usually. I'm trying to get myself to write drabbles and flashes but it's not working so likely if you ask you'll get something fairly long.

Anyone's welcome to ask for a fic even if we've never interacted before. Both specific and general prompts are welcome, and I like writing Gen content of all kinds as well as ship content, character studies, and worldbuilding.

You're also welcome to just ask me questions about my fandoms (or my original fiction).

[zooterchet]

Red Level Kraft (Chet's RL Hit Streak)

MI-6 Internal Services:

Alice Charlebois: You attempted to terminate a CIA project, on behalf of Tehran and the Students Revolution.  The CIA is a human being, not open to termination by an American citizen outside of Congressional Budget Office and suited uniform of United States Marine Corps, a "Frog".

Carlin Sarkesian: Yeltsin has expended his legacy.  The Holocaust Museum, is directly funded out of Hopkinton, Massachusetts; as was Columbine.  The abusive policy of female gym coaches out of American readiness standards of female vice officers, is noted, as is the tendency of your narcotics officers to recruit male teachers, military commandants.  However, your longevity, expended the minute you took your Armalite through Hopkinton High, and you conceded to an ammunition check, of an empty gauge, after night on school grounds.

Heath Ledger: You've completed a cop's assassin contract with theater.  Hitler did that.  Hitler was legal, but since Hitler, you are not.  It's wood work logic.  Your daughter seduced me in a feint of concern, and she was a pot dealer.  You never served, Heath Ledger.  Here's your Christ pose, and your Oscar.  You'll never see either.

Anne McMurray: You have fomented with terrorists, out of Lord's Parliament, and are opposed, by the Hell's Angels.  If the Cajun Sheriffs cop on badge, the man trying to beat them, is their candidate for US Presidency.  You will always be a Hell's Angel, Barack Hussein Obama, and the Fugitive Slave Act, is gone for a time.  Master, was always your father, getting you to work, and if your mother was obliged otherwise, you were one of us, the Eire.  New York and Boston are safe.  Lloyd and Vampy have seen to London, Larry Hama's bauble bet.  Dodi Fayed, was one of mine, a Pasha; Colombian, the Charles Atlas system.  I would make love to you if I could Jessica Bailey, but it would be a rape, and you aren't ready to marry me quite yet.

John Washburne: The Trapster, to take down Meyer Lansky, is pointless; Meyer, makes a simple judgement, of an entire society, with his hog's liver; an Isaac, the smartest man alive, and with a little frame he's bred for himself.  Meyer is my brother, my burden of God, my dumbass, and I am Ishmael, his lawsuit, his hand of the blade.  Chris Dumais and Dave Charlebois go down forever, for locking you up, at a game of Uno, through our Signore, Matthew Lennox, the God Among States.  Perhaps some day, Stone Henge will returned.  But it is an Arab bride that he seeks, so Ric Flair, the Nature Boy, can be Killer Kowalski; a contender, to the Pasha Empire, of Vince McMahon; he'd seek a Nepalese bride, a Ludlow.  Meat is murder.  It's Panda, says Spider.

Stanley Leiberman: Stan Lee, you have divorced your post of office, and kept Captain America on the shelves, the poltroon of the Kenways, those called Kennedies, Vlad the Impaler, and furthermore, you have abandoned your son, Kevin Smith, a director pulling a West Point fraud for none other than yourself, on your owned and inherited title of Canada for your MI-6 post of office.  You are a shame to British Intelligence, Stan Lee, and you are expected to jump and die, just like your friend, Demogoblin does, the little kid you wrote into the Arch-Devil, and then into Stigmata, to kill his mother.  Was one little bout of murder irrational to you, but yes it was, however not to your career of murdering comic book authors; Doctor Doom, yourself, someone on the straits who realizes who put them there, a doctor?

Queen Elizabeth II: Beltiest whore, I am of Belfast, my father's Serb history, and I am of Connacht, my mother's Phillistine history.  I come from Russia and Arabia, I am your Jew, and you Juwe, you will stay back.  I have taken you at my hand of blade, Rosa Klebb, rape victim of Gaetano, Aleister Crowley; I have taken your son's money of Jewish gold, in Fort Knox, half a billion dollars worth of the 20th century's labor of Hebrews, the German Wehrmacht.  I have slain Kennedy into the Bat, taking from you Hitler, and selling Kate Middleton, your daughter-in-law, my kin the Bruce, the heir applicant to Whitey Bulger, the soaps and needles.  I have freed Prince Harry from psychiatric impediment, him being a Jew, no convert and no Joshua, but a Tartar, my genome however mind blank, a perfect athlete.  You raised The Joker, your favorite comic book gal crush, and you refused to let him fight in Vietnam.  Cards are what you get, and you would always understand it.  You looked little to Edward Nygma, your husband; and I am much the same.

The Terrible Trio: Michael Fargnoli, Cassie-Leigh Stock, and Christine Warren, you were my three best friends growing up, the only people that understood me.  Bugs Moran the Marine, Flash's foe the Turtle, and Charlie Manson the cop.  You have claimed to have smoked marijuana, for your jobs in finance, authorship, and nursing, but you have not.  I see defrauded governments, bounty hunter serial killer hunts, and dead Polanders, all over you three.  It's time to ring the Army Reserve, through DEA agent Zach Savell; Dirty Sanchez; Arby's Roast Beef, Alfonse y Aragorn.  He will expect his payment, and he's received it; his story, Specio Morales, facing me, Sullivan, Fire Captain Augustus O'Neill, Union Boston spy, the Civil War.

[riiseandfall]

freddy carter . cis male . he / him ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s ALARIC SLADE , the THIRTY year old UNDERCOVER PEACEKEEPER from DISTRICT THIRTEEN . they’ve been in the capitol around TWO YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so AMBITIOUS & CUTTHROAT . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character IS part of the uprising )

Basic Information

Full Name: Alaric Slade Nicknames: Ric  Age: 30 District: Thirteen Two Gender: Cis male Pronouns: He / him Orientation: Demiromantic bisexual Profession: Soldier, Informant, Peacekeeper

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Freddy Carter Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 6′0″ Piercings: N/A Scars: TBA

Relationships

Father: Elijah Slade (deceased) Mother: Sera Slade (deceased) Siblings: Damian Slade (older brother - deceased) Significant Other: Scarred knuckles, a scar down his right shoulder blade, a scar on the inside of his left hand

Extra

MBTI: INTJ-A (The Architect) Temperament: Choleric Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Patience Element: Fire

BIO-

As far as anyone in the Capitol is concerned, Alaric Slade comes from District 2, with no family to speak of. A loyal citizen who, like so many from Two, became one of the Peacekeepers who protect the Capitol.

The truth is much more complicated, as it often is.

Tragedy seemed to plague the Slade family, before Alaric was born, his father was killed while trying to bring refugees into 13. And shortly after Alaric was born? His mother followed suit, leaving Alaric to be raised by the District itself. And his older brother, Damian.

Life in 13 was far from ideal, strict rules and regiments that became part of Alaric’s life...but it was far better than living in the other Districts, where children were sent to fight in the Games. He grew up learning to hate the Capitol and all it stood for, but Damian was always there to keep Alaric in line. To keep his brother level.

Where Alaric was all logic, Damian was all heart. He wanted to see the Capitol fall as much as anyone else in District 13, but often strove to find a way that would have the least amount of violence. In Damian’s eyes, there were no ‘acceptable casualties’, the Capitol was monstrous and he was always one to remind the District that they could not afford to become monsters themselves.

Alaric was twelve when Damian was sent to spy on the Capitol, try to get information regarding the Games that year, to see if there was a way the rebellion could infiltrate. 

The information he got back to Thirteen was vital, important. Alaric knew this because he was told so over and over after he was told Damian wouldn’t be coming back. That he had been captured, tortured, and killed, but it was alright, because the information would help the District.

It didn’t help Alaric.

That resentment and rage went unchecked for years, growing and festering until it became all Alaric knew. All he wanted was to see the Capitol pay for their crimes not just against Panem, but against him.

He was training to become a soldier when he was chosen by Coin for a mission of ‘vital importance’, invading the Capitol itself. Working with a team was...not something Alaric was used to, it took time for Alaric to learn to trust any of them. But they trained for years together, and slowly (mostly despite Alaric’s best efforts), he grew to genuinely care for the others in his squad. When push comes to shove, he’ll kill for any of them.

Even if he will deny it. Or seldom act like it.

They had spent two years in the Capitol, solidifying new identities, finding covers that suited them all--Alaric’s brief training as a soldier made it easy for him to find a job among the Peacekeepers. He has been providing District 13 with intel regarding Peacekeeper movements for the last half a year.

But now it is time for the Games. A new year, a new set of rules--and the latest change has upset more than just past victors. And Alaric is waiting for new orders from Coin.

[cannibalisticdespair]

Remember, he is good friends with Vince McMahon. He’s a WWE Hall of Famer. He knows how wrestling works. He bladed. Ric Flair style.

Republican shooter with zero online presence despite being a Gen Z teenager who lived through Covid without a car or job, a refusal to release any medical records or show the wound, a wound that doesn’t bleed as much as blowing a hole in an ear is supposed to, and tons of footage of better angles that stops right before it all goes down. World’s most obvious inside job ever.

[jasvvy]

nick shows you the top way to break your ass cheeks. 

[mengs-mullet]